Well, damn. He smiles - that's a lot of responsibility, after all. "You're doin' a good job, then."
He returns the smile and bow, perhaps not the most elegantly, but still: "Futsu-no-Mitama. Nah, I'm not sick, or anything like that. But thanks for offerin', anyway... good t'know I can count on you."
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He returns the smile and bow, perhaps not the most elegantly, but still: "Futsu-no-Mitama. Nah, I'm not sick, or anything like that. But thanks for offerin', anyway... good t'know I can count on you."